Office Work, by Johann Lux

Julia lifted her head up from the long line of white powder on her desk top. She gasped, blinked her eyes and saw me seated opposite her.
“How the hell did you get into my office,” she snapped!
Extending my right hand, I responded with a smile. “You invited me.”
Julia tried phoning security, but there was no response.
She was about to bolt for the office door but froze at the sight of her body collapsed on the floor.
“Embolism – you died,” I nodded, assuring her.
“No!” Julia shouted. “No!”
“Touch my hand and go to the light,” I said.


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